fake prince

Chapter 305 Marry You as Queen
"You're right. In fact, it's only the beginning of spring, and it won't take seven or eight days to go to Beijing. The corpse is not too rotten."

"As long as you don't open the coffin, nothing will happen."

"By the way, when it comes to coffins, I heard that you are transporting timber, so I took some to make coffins. It must be safer to have coffins separated."

"Master Su, it's not difficult to make a coffin. We have manpower, and we do have wood here, but none of them are excellent wood..."

"The Southwest produces wood, but the war has just subsided, so we can't get high-quality wood."

Seeing that Su Ziji asked them to make a coffin immediately, the person in charge was a little depressed and said tentatively.

Su Ziji looked at it: "This matter was ordered by the imperial envoy. Since the imperial envoy believes that you can do it well, then I will naturally trust you."

Well, if you don't do this, you have to do it.

I wanted to use fir to blur the past, but now I had to find a better way. The person in charge cupped his hands and said with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, my lord, just leave this matter to us."

Although he felt that this matter was a bit unlucky, but on second thought, being able to please the imperial envoy and this Su Jieyuan was not a disadvantage.

Thinking about it again, Mr. Shao seemed to have heard about it, he was from a good background, and his family was an official. The Yan family caravan gave this convenience, and it might also lead to a good relationship.

Thinking about it this way, that reluctance disappeared immediately.

When Su Ziji saw it, he gave another one hundred taels of silver to the person in charge: "This is the silver for making the coffin, so please take care of me."

"Doing work for the imperial envoy, why do you need money?" The chief was rich and powerful, and immediately declined.

Su Ziji didn't take it back either: "The money should be given to those who help carry Brother Shao's body and the funeral."

After finishing this matter, Su Ziji didn't go back to the imperial ship, but let the merchant ship of Yan's family approach his ship, and went back directly.

When I came back, there were several people standing on the deck, waiting for the result.

Su Ziji said to the doctor: "The imperial envoy has agreed to my request, and will carry Brother Shao's body to a ship of the Yan family's fleet in a while, and people from the Yan family's merchant ship will prepare the coffin and escort it to the capital."

"But pretending to bury the body, please worry about it."

As he spoke, he took out 30 taels of silver notes: "This is for putting clothes on for the funeral."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, and was also pleased with the result.

"If that's the case, leave it to me." The doctor bowed to Su Ziji, and the doctor ordered the apprentice to send someone to carry the body to the merchant ship, and ordered the cabin to be cleaned up.

"According to the rules, when this kind of illness dies, the sundries must be cleaned up."

"Of course, valuables such as gold and silver are not included." The doctor took advantage of the benefits and invited Su Ziji to sit down, saying: "You are good friends, take a look and see if there is anything left in the cabin..."

In fact, the imperial envoys are provided with free treatment. When they take apart some silver, it is only 50 taels of silver bills and five or six taels of silver.

"Take out all the books to dry in the sun, and you can put them away after drying." Su Ziji looked at it and ordered: "Everyone divides the broken silver, counting hard work, the whole silver is waiting to land, and invite everyone to have a feast." , to get rid of the bad smell."

What he said was reasonable, although the doctor was a little disappointed, he still responded loudly, and the others were even more happy, and their hands and feet became faster.

On the contrary, the savage Taoist followed Su Ziji all the time after he came back from Su Ziji, but he didn't speak. Now Su Ziji turned to look, but he still didn't speak.

Su Ziji couldn't help laughing, and said to the wild Taoist: "You follow and don't talk, what are you thinking?"

Only then did the wild Taoist speak: "My son's Wentao and martial arts are extraordinary, the villain admires him very much, and now this matter, Lu Fengyun is even more emotional."

As he spoke, he went and picked out one: "My lord said, nothing fell here. I don't think so, but this handkerchief belongs to my lord."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply.

When Su Ziji saw it, he couldn't help being moved. It wasn't for the handkerchief, but for Lu Fengyun's survival and future, he became Su Ziji's guest secretary, and he would do his best in the future.

But it's more about the relationship between the bosses. There may be more friendship than Jian Qu and Qian Zhidong, but there will be no qualitative change.

There is nothing wrong with this, Su Ziji is relatively satisfied with the wild Taoist.

But now, Lu Fengyun called "Master" in front of outsiders, but a complete qualitative change took place. The people who witnessed him didn't know what he meant, and Jian Qu couldn't help but change color.

Su Ziji couldn't help being moved, he took the handkerchief to cover up, and glanced at it: "Hey, this handkerchief looks familiar to me."

"My lord, have you forgotten? This is the handkerchief that fell from the sky when the sun was blowing."

"You picked it up and didn't look at it carefully. You don't want to show Mr. Shao's attention to collection."

Su Ziji glanced at the savage Taoist, thought about it, opened it, and found that it was some kind of rusty plant with thorns, but he didn't know it.

"It's mountain eggplant, right? It's poisonous, can anesthetize, and can see illusions." The wild Taoist changed the subject calmly: "The Buddhists call it a mandala, which has many meanings. It is said that it originally represented terror and unpredictability. If the darkness of the law can be turned into white, the evil will go away, so it may be called the supreme method.”

"Oh?" Su Ziji didn't care, he put it away casually, and smiled: "Then it shouldn't be called Sang Nu, it should be called Mandala Girl."

Southwest·Dinu Mountain

Mu Sang led several soldiers from the village up the mountain road. In the rain and snow, the stream flowed straight down, and stones rolled down from time to time. Under the dark sky like dusk, it looked extremely terrifying.

The soldiers in the village were familiar with the mountain roads, but they were still exhausted and trembling, but no one dared to speak.

Arriving at one place, Mu Sang stared intently, it was a stone pagoda-like temple, only a stone's throw away before he wanted to go up, the red light of the stone pagoda flashed, and a maid greeted him.

"Where is Sang Nu?" Mu Sang asked with a serious face, "She still refuses to see me?"

"I'm Mu Sang, the king she personally admits, why won't you see me? Could it be that I lost this time?"

"Wait a few more years, wait a few more years, when the old emperor of the Central Plains dies, and his sons will fight for it, this is our chance."

"I will definitely fulfill my vow to become king, and I will hold the emperor's daughter high and marry you as my queen."

"Go and spread the word, spread the word!"

In the rain and snow, the hoarse words came out, but the maid just listened and didn't speak. When he was tired of shouting, she bowed and retreated.

A very simple stone path, lit with torches, leads to an altar, and on the altar, lies a young girl with her hands folded in front of her chest, unable to hear the howling outside.

"Sang Nu!" The maid then showed some emotion.

"He failed, he is actually not worthy of the word Sang anymore." The girl said quietly: "I warned him that he has only one destiny, be patient and seize the best opportunity."

"It's a pity that he couldn't bear it and failed."

"Sangnu, it means he loves you and wants to marry you as soon as possible." The maid said boldly.

"For me, or for the emperor's heart?" The girl said: "And, I am not for his hegemony, what the emperor needs is just the way of being king."

"Now, there may be a better candidate, although a bit cold."

(End of this chapter)